Love Yourself: Not All Superheroes Wear Capes. {poetry}


I’ve always believed in love with my entire being. I believe in Can’t eat, can’t sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, World Series kinda love.

I believe in finding that person who fills the spaces in your heart that you never realized were missing. I believe in love in a world that tells us over and over that love is too scary or unrealistic, or never going to happen.

And yet, even when I found the person who filled the spots in my heart that I didn’t know were missing, even when I couldn’t eat or couldn’t sleep, and held hands with my love while watching the World Series, I learned that a really big love was still missing. A love that I’ve deprived myself from for far too long: Love for myself.


There will be times in life
when the person who was supposed to show up
No matter what
will leave you standing in a pile of dust
Asking yourself
Over and over
Why, why, why
You are
so easy
To leave.
Here, you will learn
what it means to find safety
in your own two legs
as they carry you
away from the hurt
to all of the places
you were supposed to go
all along.
You’ll learn the hard way,
that there is a difference
between poison and potion
when the hand
that feeds you
makes you weak… again.
Here, you will see that you only have two choices:
You can starve,
or you can finally learn
how to feed yourself.
There will come a day
when you will look behind you to see
the very person you are trying so hard to save
is also the person
standing on your cape
and you will learn
how to let go
of the idea
that you should waste time trying to save
anyone other than the girl
chasing after the people
begging to be saved.
You will learn to let go
of the idea
that superheroes
must wear capes,
at all.
The bravest thing I’ve ever done, I’ll tell you,
is choose to keep loving myself even when
a broken promise
looked me in the eyes
and told me
he no longer did.
The bravest thing I’ve ever done
is choose to keep loving myself
even when it felt like all of my love had already been given away.
Hell, the bravest thing
I’ve ever done
is choose
to love
myself, period.
So, love yourself,
I say,
like it is the most important job
you have ever been hired to do.
Love yourself,
wounded bird,
like love is the very medicine that will help you
learn to fly… again.
Someday, you’ll see,
Soaring high above the trees,
You really just needed
your own love,
all along.


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Macaile Hutt
Macaile Hutt believes the best perfume is Idaho mountain air, the deepest laugh often comes from the mouth of a child, and coffee is the answer no matter the question. She has had to learn the hard way that some words ache until they are said. Find your voice and let it be heard. Macaile would like you to join her on Facebook or her website, as you take your own heart and live this beautiful life in search of perfect moments in such a way that every moment becomes perfect.
Macaile Hutt
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